He lifted the candle and looked her over. If she could buy Drogo's life with the death of a horse, she would pay a thousand times over. He straightened, and entered the room. Mirri Maz Duur's poultice had itched and burned, and he had torn it off six days ago, cursing her for a maegi.
It was the first time her son had spoken. Jon hugged him back. One of the horses reared and had to be restrained to keep from bolting. There are niches cut in the rock.
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